Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 22, Number 20, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 November 1891 — Page 7

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BI/OME to Villa Roman I!" The words fell strangely on my ears. Was I dreaming, or was I actual­

ly standing on the smooth green lawn of my own garden, mechanically Minting my own wifo, who, smiling sweetly, uttered this cordial greeting? For a moment or two my brain became confused the familiar verandah with its clustering ros?s and jessamine swayed unsteadily before my eves the stately house, the home of my childhood, the scene of my past happiness, rocked In the air as th'-.igi wirr« about to fail. A choking »cn*ation affected my throat Even the sternest men shed tears sometimes—such tears too! wrung like drops of blood from the heart.

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thus. Oh, the dear old home! how fair and yet how sad It seetned to mv anguished. gaze! It should have been In ruins surely—broken and cast down in the dust like Its master's peace and honor. Its master, did I say? Who was Its master? Involuntarily I glanced at Ferrari, who stood beside rue. Not benot he by heaven, he should never be master! Hut where was my authority? I came to the place as a stranger and an alien. The starving beggar who knows not where to lay his head has no emptier or more desolate hear than 1 had as I looked wistfully on the home which was mine before I died! I noticed some slight changes here and there for Instances my deep easy chair ihat had always occupied one particular corner of the verandah was gone. a little tame, bird that I had loved, whose cams used to hang up among the white r»M:s on the wall, wus also gone. My old butler, the servant who admitted Ferrari and myself within the gates, had an expression of weariness and iujtuv on his aged" features which he had not worn in my time, and which I was sorry to see. And my dog, the noble black Scotch collie, what had become of him, I wondered? He had been presented to mo by a young Highlander who hud passed one winter with me in Rome, and who, on returning to his native mountains, had sent me the dog, a perfect specimen of Its kind, as a souvenir of our friendly intercourse. Poor Wyvis! I thought. Had they made away with hint? Formerly lie had always been visible about the house or garden his favourite place was on the lowest verandah step, where he loved to bask In the heat of the sun. And now he was nowhere visible. I was mhtely Indignant at his disappearance, but I kept strict watch over my

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She blushed her eyes dropped softly under their long curling lashes. Ferrari frowned Impatiently, butwassllenU She led tho way Into the house—Into the lofty cool drawing room, whoso wide windows opened out to the garden. Here all was the same as ever with the exception of oucs thing—a marble bust of myself as a boy had been removed. Tho grand piano was open, the mandolin lay on a side table, looking as though it had h«pt» recently used there were fresh flowers and ferns lu all the tall Venetian glass vases. I seated myself and remarked on the beauty of the house and Its surrtMimllnes. "1 rcMombcr it very well," I added quietly. "You remember it!" exclaimed Ferrari quickly, as though surprised. "Certainly. 1 omitted to tell you, my friend, that 1 u«ed to visit this spot often when a boy. The elder Conte llomanl and myself played about these grounds together. The scene Is quite familiar to me."

Nina Mstoned with an appearance of Interest I "Did von ever sec my late husband?" she asked "Once." 1 answered her «rave!y. "He was a mere child at the tltnv. and, as far as I could discern, a very promising one. His father Seemed greatly attached to him. I knew hi* mother also." "Indeed." she exclaimed, settling hervi on a low «. toman ami fixing her yes upon me, "what was she like?" 1 paused a moment before replying, Could I speak of that unstained scored life of wifehood ami motherhood this polluted though lovely creature? "She wa« a bean'ifui woman unconscious of her beauty," I answ, mi at ia.sk "There, all is said. Her sole aim seemed to be to forget herself In making others happy, and to «urround her home with an atmosphere of gmHlness and virtue. She died young."

Ferrari a* with an evil MitHlT S» htS eves. "That was fortimaUs" in- s*4 "She had no lime t«Mir* of her bust vr.4 else ho knows?5'

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bered In time the part I had to play. "Welcome lo Villa llomanl!" so said my wife. Then, remarking my silence as I looked about me, she added with a pretty coaxing air. "I am afraid aftor all you are sorry you have come to see me."

I smiled. It served my purpose now to l»e as «allant and agreeable as I could therefore 1 answered: "Sorry, Madame! If I were, then should I be the most ungrateful of all mon! Was Dante sorry, think yo*. when he was permitted to bohold Paradise?"

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you know so much about the family, I am sore you will like to see my little Stella. Shall I send for her, or are you bored by children?" "On the contrary, Madame, I am fond of children," I answered with forced composure, though my heart throbmingled delight and the thought of seeing one again. "And the child of my old friend's son must needs have a double interest for me."

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My wife rang the bell, and gave orders to the maid who answered St to send her little girl to her at once. Ferrari meanwhile engaged me in conversation, and strove, I could see. by entire deference to my opinions, to make up for any offence his previous remark might havo given. A few moments passed—and then the handle of the drawing-room door was timidly turned by an evidently faltering and unpractised hand. Nina called out impatiently "Come in, baby! Do not be afraid come in!" Willi that the door slowly opened and my little daughter entered. Though I had been so short a time absent from her. It was easy to see the child had changed very much. Iler face looked pinched and woe-begone, its expression was one of fear and distrust. The laughter had faded out of her young eyes, and was replaced by a serious look of pained resignation that was pitiful to see in one of her tender years. Her mouth drooped plaintively at the corners—her whole demeanour had an appealing anxiety in it that spoke plainly to my soul and enlightened me as to the way she had evidently been forgotten and noglooted. She approached us hesitatingly, but stopped half way and looked doubtfully at Ferrari. He met her alarmed gaze with a mocking smile. "Come along, Stella!" he said. "You need not be frightened! I will not scold you unless you are naughty. Silly child! you look as If I were the giant In tho fairy tale, going to eat you up for dinner.

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Come and speak to this gontlemi'n—ho knew your papa." At this word her eyes brightened, her small steps grew more assured and steady—she advanced and put her tiny hand In mine. The touch of tho soft, uncertain little fingers almost unmanned me. I drew her towards mo and lifted her on my knee. Under pretenco of kissing her, I hid my faco for a second or two In her clustering fair curls, whllo I forced back the womanish tears that Involuntarily filled my eyes. My poor little darling! 1 wonder now how I maintained my set composuro before tho Innocent thoughtfulness of her Innocent questioning gaze! I had fancied sho might possibly be scared by the black spectacles I wore,—chlldron are frightened by such things sometimes, —but she was not. No sho sat on my knee with an a»r of perfect satisfaction, though she looked at me so earnestly as almost to disturb my self-possession. Nina and Ferrari watched her with some amusement, but she paid no heed to them,—she persisted in staring at me. Suddenly a slow sweet smile, the tranquil smile of a contented baity, dawned all over her face she extended her little arms, and, of her own accord, put up her lips to kiss me! Half startled at this manifestation of affection, I hurriedly caught her to my heart and returned her caress, then 1 looked furtively at my wife and tiuido. Had they any suspicion? No! why should they have any"' Had not Ferrari himself seen me hurried? Reassured by this thought I addressed myself to Stella, snaking my voice as gratingly harsh as eoud. for I dreaded the child's quick instinct. "You are a very charming little lady'" I said playfully. "And so your name is Stella? Thai is ?MK:atj«e you are a little star, I *up|wm?"

She became meditative, "Papa said I was," she answered softly and shyly. "Papa simIH yon!" interposed Nina, pressing a tUmy black bordered handkerchief to her eyes, "Poor papa! You were not so naughty to him you are to me.''

The child's lip quivered, hut she was silent. "Oh. lie!" 1 mwrroami half cMdlngly. "Are von ever nauchty? Surely noil All little stars are good—Uiey never cry —they are always bright and calm."

Still she remained m«t* a sigh, deep enough for an older sufferer, heaved her tiny breast. She leased her h*ad against my*arm and mfs*d Ivreye* appwaiSngiy. "Have yoa wy afrfced timidly. "Will, be cotee hack s«xnT'

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dently Impressed upon her that her father bad left, her because of her naughtiness. She had taken this deeply to heart no doubt she had brooded upon It in her vague childish fashion, and had puzzled her little brain as to what she could possibly have done to displease her father so greatly that he had actaally gone away, never to return. Whatever her thoughts were, she did not on this occasion give vent to them by tears or words. She only turned her eyes on Ferrari with a look of intense pride and scorn, strange to see in so little a creature—a true Romani look, such as 1 had often noticed in my father's eyes, and such as I knew must be frequently visible in my own. Ferrari saw it. and bnrst out laughing loudly. "There!" he exclaimed. "Like that she exactly resembles her father! It is positively ludicrous! .... Fabio all over! She only wants one thing to make the portrait perfect" And approaching her, he snatched one of her long curls and endeavored to twist it over her mouth in the form of a moustache. The child struggled angrily, aud hid her face against my coat. The more she tried to defend herself, the greater the malice with which Ferrari tormented her. Her mother did not interfere—she only laughed. I held the little thing closely sheltered in my embrace, and steadying down the quiver of indignation in my voice, I said with quiet firmness— "Fair play, Signor! Fair play! Strength becomes mere bullying when it Is employed against absolute weakness."

Ferrari laughed again, but this time uneasily, and ceasing his monkeyish pranks, walked to the window. Smoothing Stella's tumbled hair, I added with a sarcastic smile— "Tnis little donzeila will have her revenge when she grows up. Recollecting how one man teased her in childhood, she, in retun, will consider herself justified in teasing all men. Do you not agreo with me, Madame?" I said, turning to my wife, who gave me a sweetly coquettish look asaho answered— "Well really, Conte, I do not know! For with the remembrance of one man who teased her, must come also the thought of another who was kind to her —yourself—she will find it difficult to decide the juste milieu."

A subtle compliment was meant to bo conveyed in these words—I acknowledged it by a silent gesture of admiration, which she quickly understood and accepted. Was ever a man in the position of being delicately flattered by his own wifo before? I think not! Generally, married persons are like candid friends —fond of telling each other very unpleasant truths, and altogether avoiding the least sou peon of flattery. Though I was not so much flattered as amused, considering the position of affairs! Just then a servant threw opon tho door and announced dinner. I set my child very gently down from my kneo and whisperIngly told hor that I would como and sco hor soon again. She smiled trustfully, aud then in obedionce to her mother's itnparitlvo gesture, slipped qulotly out. of the room. As soon as he had gone, I praised her beauty warmly—for she was really a lovely little thing—but I could see my admiration of her was not yery acceptable to either my wifo or her lover We all went to dinner,—I, as yuost, having privilege of escorting my fair aud spotless spouse. On our reaching tho dining-room, Nina said— "You aro such an old friend of the family, Conte, that perhaps you will not mind sitting at the head of tho tablo?" "Tropp' onore,Signora I" I answered, bowing galletitly. as I at once resumod my rightful place at my own table, Ferrari placing himself on my right hand, Nina on my left. The butlor, my father's servant and mine, stood as of old behind my chair, and I noticed that each tlino ho supplied mo with wine I10 eyed mo with a certain timid curiosity—but I knew I had a singular and conspicuous appearance, which easily accounted for his inquisitlveness. Opposite to where I sat hung mv father's portrait—the character I personated permitted me to look at it fixedly and give full vent to the deep sigh which in vory earnest broke from my hearL Tho eyes of tho picture seemed to gaze into mine with a sorrowful compassion-almost I fancied the firm-set Hps trembled and moved to echo my sigh. "Is that a good likeness?" Ferrari asked suddenly.

I started, and recollecting myself, answered— "Excellent! So true a resemblance that It arouses a long train of inomorios in my mind—memories both bitter and sweet. Ah! what a prond fellow he was!" "Fabio was also vory proud," chimed in my wife's sweet voice. "Very oold and haughty."

Little liar! How dared sho utter this libel on my memory! Haughty, I might have been to others, but never to her and coldness was no part of my nature. Would that it were! Would that I had been a pillar of ice, incapable of thawing in the sunlight of her witching smile! Had she forgotten what a slave I was to her? what a poor, adoring, passionate fool 1 became under the Influence of her hypocritical caressesi I thought this to myself, but I answered aloud—

Indeed! I am surprised to hear that. The llomanl hauteur had ever to my mind something genial and yielding about it—1 know my friend was always most gentle to hi" dependants."

The butler here coughed apologetically behind his hand an old trick of his, and one which signified his intense desire to apeak.

Ferrari laughed, as he held out his glass for more wine. "Here is old Oiacomo," be said, nodding to him lightly. "He remembers both the Romanis— ask him his opinion of Fabio—be worshipped his master."

I turned to roy servant, and with a blnignant air addressed him— "Your face is uot familiar to me, my friend,** I said. "Perhaps yon were not here when I visited the elder Count Romani?" "No, EweelleoMw" replied Giacomo, robbing hfe withered hands nervously together, and speaking with a #ort of suppressed eagerness, "I came Into my ford's service only a vwtr before the Conntess diM—I mean the mother of the young Oottnt.* ••Ah. then missed making yoar acqnalntanee." said kindly, pitying the poor old fellow, as I notlccd b»w his lips trembled, and how altogether broken b« looked, "ton knew the last Count from ciiiMhood the "I did. A»d fete bleared eyes me with a #ort of alamed inquiry. "Yoo kived him well?" I *a*4 compos* «dly. ot»nrt»t Ms ^wbarrasfwnt. "Eeeellenrak 1 oe^er wish to terra a

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better master. He was goodness Itself— a fine, handsome, generous lad—the saints have his sonl in their Keeping! Though sometimes I cannot believe he Is dead—my old heart almost broke whfan I heard it. I have never been the same since,—my lady will tell yon so—she is often displeased with me."

And he looked wistfully at her there was a note of pleading in his hesitating accents. My wife's delicate brows drew together in a frown a frown that I had once thought came from mere petulance, bnt which I was now inclined to accept as a sign of temper. "Yes indeed, Giacomo," she said in hard tones altogether unlike her usual musical voice. "You are growing so forgetful that it is positively annoying. You know I have often to tell you the same thing several times. One command ought to be sufficient for you,"

Giacomo passed his hand over his forehead in a troubled way, sighed and waa silent. Then, as if suddenly recollecting his duty, he refilled my glass, and shrinking aside resumed his former position behind mv chair.

The conversation now turned on desultory and indifferent matters. I knew my wife was an excellent talker, but on that particular evening I think she surpassed herself. She had resolved to fascinate me, that I saw at once, and she spared no pains to succeed in her ambition. Graceful sallies, witty bon-mots tipped with the pungent sparklo of satire, gay stories well and briskly told,all came easily from her lips, so that though I know her so well, she almost surprised me by her variety and fluency. Yet this gift of good conversation in a woman is apt to mislead the judgment of those who listen, for it is seldom tho result of thought, and still more seldom is it a proof of intellectual capacity. A •soman talks as a brook babbles pleasantly, but without depth. Her Information Is generally of tho most surface kind,—she skims the cream off each Item of news, and serves It up to you in her own fashion, caring little whether It bo correct or the reverse. And the moro vivaciously sho talks, the more likely she is to dangerously Insincere and cold-hcarted, for the verv sharpness of her wit is apt to spoil tho moro delicate perceptions of her nature. Show me a brilliant woman noted for turning an epieram or pointing a satire, and I will show you a creature whose life Is a masquerade, full of vanity, sensuality, and pride. The man who marries such an one must be content to take tho second place in his household, and play the character of tho henpecked husband with what- meokness ho best may. Answer me, yo long-sufforing spouses of "society woman," how much would you give to win back your freedom and self-respect? to bo able to hold your head up unabashed before your owu servants to feel that you can actually glvo an order without its being instantly countermanded? Ah, iny poor frionds! million will not purchase you such joy: as long as your fascinating fair ones are, like Ctesar's wifo, above suspicion (and they are generally prudent managers) so long must you dauco in their chains like tho goodnatured clumsy bears that you are, only giving vent to a growl now and then, a growl which at bost only excites ridicule. My wife was of tho truo world worldly never had -I seen her real character so plainly as now, when sho exerted herself to ontortain and charia mo. I had thought her spirituelle, oth real, angelic! never was there less of an angel than shot While she talked I was quick to observe tho changes on Ferrari's countenance. Ho became more silent and sullen as her brightness and cordiality increased. I would not appear aware of tho growing stiffness in demeanour I continued to draw him into tho conversation, forcing Wm to glvo opinions on various subjects connected with tho art of which he was profossedlv a follower. He was very reluctant to speak at all and when compelled to do so, his remarks were curt and almost snappish, so much that my wifo made a laughing comment on his behaviour. "You aro positively ill-tempered, Gaido 1" sho exclaimed, then remembering sho bad addressed him by his christian name, she turned to me and added— "f always call him Guido, on famille you know ho Is lust like a brother to me."

Ho looked at her and his oyes flashed dangerously, but ho was mute. Nina was evidently pleased to sec him in such vexed mood she delighted to pique his pride, and as he steadily gazed at her In a sort of reproachful wonder, she laughed joyously. Then rising from the table, she made us a coquettish courtesy. "I will leave you two gentlemen to finish your wine together," she said, "I know all men love to talk a little scandal. and they must be. alone to enjoy It. Afterwards, will you Join me in the verandah? You will find coffeo ready."

I hastened to open the door for ner as she passed out smiling then, returning to the tabte, I poured out more wine for myself and Ferrari, who sat gloomily eyeing his own reflection In tho broad polished rim of a silver frult-dlsh that stood near him. Giacomo the bntler had long t*o left the room: we were entirely alone. I thought ever my plans for a moment or two the game was as interesting as a problem in chess. With the deliberation of a prudent player I made my next move. "A lovely woman!" I murmured meditatively, sipping my wine, "and intelligent also. I admire your teste, signor!*5

H« started violently. "What—what do yon mean?*' he demanded half fiercely. I stroked my moustache and smiled at him benevolently. "Ah, young blood! young blood!" I sighed, shaking my head, "it will have its way! My good sir, why oe ashamed of yonr feeling! I heartily sympathize with yon if the lady does not appreciate the affection of so ardent and gallant an admirer, then she is foolish indeed! It is not every woman who has such a chance of happiness.*' "Yon think—yon imagine that—that —r—w '•That yon are in love with her?" I said composedly. "Ma certament! And why not? It is as It should be. Even the fate Conte con Id wish no fairer fate for hi* Ifftely widow than that she should become the wife of his chosen friend. Permit me to drink yonr health I Sooeeas to y«mr lover. And I drained my glass sm» I finished speaking. Unfortunate fool! Be wm completely disarmed hi* ®o*plotofirbf me melted away Ilk®

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the morning light Hi* face cJeaml,— he seised ray hand and preswd it warmly. "Forgive me, Oonte," be said with renomfal fervour "I fear I have been rade and unsociable. Yoar feted word# bare pot ne right again. Yoo will tfc -t toe a Jealous madman, bat I

fancied that you were beginning to feel an attraction for her yourself, and actually,—(pardon me, I freely entreat of yonl) actually 1 was making up my mind to—to kill you!"

I laughed quietly. "Veremente! How rery amiable of yonl It was a good intention, but you know what place is paved with similar designs?" "Ah, Conte, it is like your generosity to take my confession so lightly but I assure you, for tho last hour I havo been absolutely wretchedl" "After the fashion of all lovers, I suppose," I answerod—"torturing yourself without necessity! Well, well, it is very amusing! My yonng friend, when you come to my time of life, you will prefer the chink of gold to the laughter and kisses of women. How often must I repeat to you that I am a man absolutely indifferent to the tender passion? Believo it or not, it is true."

He drank off his wine at one gulp and spoke with some excitement. "Then I will frankly confide in you. I do love the Contessa. Love! it is too weak a word to describe what I feel. The touch of her hand thrills me, her very voice seems to shake my soul, her eyes burn through me! Ah! you cannot know—you could not understand the joy, the pain

[T* bt Continued.)

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The "Boy Orator," and the "Boy Preacher," and the "Boy Octogenarian" and other "Boy Prodigies" have had their day—a whole generation of days, in fact—and the "Girl Novelist" is forging to the front. Her heroine is "sweet" and the hero is "nice the mountain crag is also nice and Niagara is sweet, but the soup is awful. The flood that swept through the village and destroyed the orphan asylum and the woman who talked through her nose are alike awful. The woman is a little more awful because she is also horrid. Tho scene at the shipwreck is sad, but the shower that breaks up the picnic is perfectly dreadful. The darkness of midnight in the mountain pass where the heroine gets lost is perfectly frightful. So, also, is the singing of the heroine's rival. The lightning that shivered the lighthouse is terrible. So nro the mosquitoes. The crashing of tho thunder is awful, but the snoring of tho man in No. 84 is perfectly awful. The crested billows gleaming white through the inky darkness are dreadful, but tho insolence of the steward is perfectly dreadful. Everybody else is horrid everything else is dreadful, and all the rest is awful. Nothing is commonplace except the novel itself. That spreads itself out. Well may Tennyson think that we are living in a grand and awful time. It may not be very grand, but we can prove by the summer novel that it is perfect^ awful.—Hurdette.

A Wise Young Woman.

ik Adolphus FlUwilllam, ho loved a fair maid, But to ask her to marry him ho was afraid, Beoause of catarrh, which she had very bad So much so that often the youth was quite glad To omit, at tho parting, the kiss of the lover. Tb# reason of this sho set out to discover. "Catarrh makes mo loathsome. It's fatal to love O, darling Adolphus, by all that's above, I vow I'll not lose thee If something thei To drive out catarrh aud sweeten a kiss."

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Paxtor Koonlg. of Port Wavno, Ind.. since 1878. anu In now prop&Yoa nndorJii* tUrocUon by tuo KOENIG MED, CO., Chicago, III.

Sold by Drnffirl8tH»t»ti»er Bottle. 0 for 80. £argc Blxo, 81.75. a'Dottle* for »P.

SURECUREFOR CATARRH

FOR OYER FIFTY YEARS this old

SovereignRemedy has stood tho

test, and stands to-day the best known remedy for Catarrh, Oold

in the Head

and Headache. Persist in its use, and it will effect a cure, no matter of how long standing the case may be.

For sale by druggists.

LADIES!

Witt C.ROOD'S MAfllCSCAlC tho bci»t moi«y(rrwti aim|tle*t J^ndlen'Tiillorin# By** (cm In imo. «,r 120,000 field

CotnallBnrmont* worn fojrl/nrtlo# and Chlldron tlnchidlriKundonmrmenU and nloovcn) fit tho form |Mtrfectlyi Emily Iciirnotl.

MnolrylndonorroOtttng.«tIf

KIVA AH TRIAL. Hwl IM rttfrtlwwil BAT |3 *nd we will «*»»l til. AI'IC HCAI.K *ad IXHTRt CTION BOOK, and mil mUU8«I on rrl*n II within 30 Any »nd w« will rrftmd nrrf mumrt. AUKJITS WA*TKI. KfOrux-" *l'-«. ClrraUnjamttrr*,otml ROOD MAQIO 8CAI.E CO., OHIOAQO, ILL'S.

DETECTIVE!

locality to net a* !»rl*»it* Defective under our Instructions. Hon1 stump for particular*. WAW.fl INUTON I)K

TKtrn AUICNCY

Box 787, Washington, Iowa,

WHERE DOLLARS ARE MADE

Tbnlineof the OITEKN AOREHCKST ROTJT8 through KKNu'CKV. TKNNK8HKK, ALA* BAMA, MIWilHHirR and IvOUlHIANA OFFER* GkF.ATKH orPORTIMTIK* TO

SKT'l'LIOJiS.

MANUFACTURERS &GENHRAL BUSINESS ENTERPRISE

than any other part of Ihe V.vwi t*xlie* of

Coal, Iron. Timber & Farm Lands Al«o THOUHANliK of ACREH of UJSG LEAF YELLOW PINE for *aie cheap.

Tbi# road run* through the thriving towni of IvexlnKton, Danville, frmtermuKy. |toekwood,HarrlRtan,Mid Ch*t* Ten Ft. I^rtte, Attalta, JHrwilngbiun, ami Tts*e*loom- Ala.: Meridian, UaUii*burtf, Jack*oa nodvlckiibnif. Ml**. Xe#r Orleans, I»eiblf Monroe, and iihrwrepoil, Im. Home of the town* will donate money and lend to 1cat« m*nuf#rttirtne M»t#rjvr1«e*.

The ft. K. Co* will r«»St« km rat** for I'a#wruKPJn and Fn*l(fbl, »nd Hftmtl S»vt*un» I ww opportunity to «nunlo« tb«? different

IcwnRlHit*. It will wnd noprpwm«!th iha mrty. PuU part ten lit r#« and any wqMired Information, wHI bc #c»t by wait on aptilieaUon to tit Q.-vMWAnmat'.at.akl, (4. AC. lioul*.CINCINNATI,a